Wise but weepy

Beautiful blossom among so many others, to which an old weeping willow cannot compare. Rooted deep in the soil, I cannot cast shade either. Jealous, I could be. But I am not. I have something they don’t. Wisdom. I may have noone to share it with, but by gum, I’ve got it.

Why, when I was a blossom, I sought wisdom in every action. We appreciated wisdom then. Nowadays it’s all about popularity, gossip, sex, dr-  Well, I won’t bother ya no more.  You kids carry on.


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